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since we last met.

I developed my own...

Affinity for torture.

Is that so?

Oh, baby, mmm.

Ooh.

Dom.

Sunshine found the tape

when she arrived at the room.

Poor girl's in shock.

This is the third client today.

About the body, sir?

- What?

- I, um, I can't...

just say it!

His member is missing.

- Well, did they find it?

- Not yet.

- It just...

- gone.

Get turbo.

God damn it.

Whoo! My, you are a looker, huh?

Move.

- Let's go.

- F*** you.

Yeah, f*** you, too.

You've been

causing quite the stir.

I have people that will

come looking for me.

Who's that?

Your boyfriend, Frankie?

Huh? Who you

unceremoniously dumped?

Nah, I think he's probably

halfway to Hawaii by now.

Probably licking his wound

with a shot of tequila

and a hula girl.

As soon as you send me out,

I'm going straight to the cops.

Don't insult us, Quinn.

You think we're gonna

send you out unattended?

We're gonna have someone watching

you at all times, sweetheart.

I'll run away.

Well, then I guess the parents

of Tommy, Lilly, and billy,

will love to know

that their teacher's responsible

for the unforeseen ends

of their children.

- They're kids!

- Listen, Quinn,

this is entirely

on you, all right?

If you want your children

to live another day

on the monkey bars,

I suggest you don't do

anything stupid.

Now...

I'm gonna leave you here

to your little slumber party.

Rest up.

We'll be sending you

out shortly, all right?

Take care of this b*tch.

Right in the hole's

a little trick.

Oh, got it!

- I mean, it's a...

- all right, come on, help me, push.

Son of a b*tch.

No one's here.

That's just great.

This is all ours.

That is awesome.

Okay, if you were a gangster,

where would you hide it?

Gangsters and drug dealers.

- Drug dealers.

- We think the same, man.

- Okay.

- Bookshelf, motorcycle, table...

Tool shed.

- Why didn't I think of that?

- Yeah, man, that's where I'll hide it.

- Oh, that's a box.

- Oh, yeah.

This is the exact box

that the kid explained.

- You're a genius.

- I told you, man.

- That's what I been trying to tell you.

- Oh, my god.

- You rock the... Simon.

- Let's get outta here.

- Simon, daddy.

- I told you.

Simon!

Let's go, let's go.

Let's get outta this shindig.

- Let's get outta here.

- We're gonna save Quinn's back.

We're gonna get a lot of money.

You must like trusting me, man.

we are the

champions, my friend

All right.

Who is next?

- Remember me?

- Jog my memory.

Mmm...

Mmm.

This feels vaguely familiar.

Now the clouds are lifting.

- I told you, man.

- This is Quinn right here.

- Yeah, yeah.

- You saved her, my man.

- Too easy.

- Too easy.

It was just so easy.

I can't believe it.

- Oh.

- Trust me.

- Oh.

- Sh*t!

F***!

F***!

Frank!

- I'm starting to...

- shh.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Oh, my god.

- That was close.

Oh, man!

Ow!

- Damn.

- Yeah.

Hey, there.

We got you, boys.

I'd say you're outta

places to run now.

Drop the box.

- Do it right now!

- Come on! Do it!

Did Fertelli send you?

- Yeah.

- I knew it.

Cheap bastard.

How come you always get to kill?

Cause you not good at it.

Wait, what?

Will someone just

kill them already?

Baby cakes, you're up.

You're not supposed

to enjoy this.

Just act like you do.

Get yourself a good tip.

Any requests?

You know, I'm disappointed

in you, Dom.

Not only do you steal from us,

but you send amateurs,

to add insult to injury.

I can assure you I had

nothing to do with it.

If you lost it,

it's your problem.

And it's also your fault for

not selling it to me sooner.

If you'll excuse me, I have

more important things.

Motherf***er.

Fertelli lied.

Go get it back.

Focusing on,

you're squeezing my neck.

That part gave me

neck scratches.

You know what I'm saying?

Oh, look who's back.

Is this what I think it is?

Open it up.

Oh, Mr. surprise,

surprise, huh?

You little faggots better

not be f***ing with me.

All right.

So this is what

we almost got killed over?

People get killed for worse,

don't they, Frankie?

Freedom?

Liberty?

Murder.

Is everything

just a joke to you, kid?

Everything's

a joke to me, Frankie.

Oh, yeah?

What about our money?

Was that a joke, too?

Of course not.

A deal's a deal,

isn't that right?

Lester!

F***! Lester! God.

F***ing...

you know, it's so hard

to get good help these days.

I'm gonna have to just

pay you myself.

All right?

Jenny...

I tire of you.

You know, sometimes I don't

even know why I keep them around.

Then I remember.

Wanna get a little taste, Simon?

- Yeah.

- Heh?

Just like old times, yeah.

F*** you.

Anyways, Lester will send you

the terms of repayment.

So is there anything else

I can do for you boys?

- No, we're good.

- Would you like the shirt off my back, perhaps?

- No, thank you, no.

- All right.

Well, if you wouldn't mind

just kindly getting the f*** out

and shutting the door

behind you.

God damn, some f***ing

peeping toms, babe.

F***ing peeping toms.

They just wanna see me

put a finger in your mouth.

It'll all be over soon.

They know it was me.

It's only a matter of time

before cops come...

Or Dom drags me down.

I'm a fugitive now.

But they don't know about you.

You can still get out now,

but I can't.

I'm not gonna make

you run with me.

So, if you want out, go.

Who's next?

I have the money,

now give me Quinn.

If you got it, then you got it.

Bring it tonight, I'm busy now.

Think you can handle it?

Don't insult me.

What do we do now?

Just wait.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, Frankie, you miss me?

We just saw you.

Oh, that's right.

Well, I miss you.

Isn't that sweet?

I require your services.

Please report

to my humble abode.

Hey, look, we did

what you said already...

yeah, now I'm asking you

for something else, all right?

Unless you wanna

return my money.

We did what you said, okay?

"A deal's a deal."

You said that.

Hey, I said,

"some people say that."

As long as you

have my money, I own you!

See you in a jiff, or else.

I f***ing love that line!

I thought you said

we could trust him.

We can.

You coming?

Yeah.

Come here, baby.

Kitty.

I only like it if you obey.

Yes.

Do you like to play

with big guns, too?

Bangers and mash.

No more.

Whoo.

Ah.

Biscuits and gravy.

Hey, Frankie and Simon!

What's up, players?

Listen, I need you

to deliver a car of Dom's

you're going there

anyway, right?

Anyway, it's the Lexus

in the garage.

Go.

Yo. You do know we're gonna be

running around like some guinea pigs

until you pay

this money back, right?

I'm not paying

the kid back, Simon.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, what do you

mean you're not paying him back?

I mean, I'm not

paying him back, Simon.

How am I supposed

to get $75,000?

Pull it out of my ass?

Pull it out of your ass?

I mean, come on. Let's get real,

okay? I'm gonna get Quinn back,

I'm gonna put her in a witness

protection, or something like that,

and then we're gonna

book it out of town.

Okay, and what am

I supposed to do?

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